Genius Club

Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Chapter 29 Traps_2 Chapter 187: Chapter 29 Traps_2 I could easily prove Tang Xin’s innocence.

All I needed to do was inform Ji Lin that Tang Xin was with me at both time points, and she didn’t have any time to play on her phone.

I could be certain that between 00:41 and 00:43, Tang Xin definitely wasn’t playing with her phone.

In this way, I could prove Tang Xin’s innocence and directly overturn all the chat records.

[This was something only I could prove, only I would pay such attention to the time point of 00:42, only I could be 100% certain that Tang Xin didn’t use her phone at that moment.]

[Only I.]

Whir.

Lin Xian calmly flipped through the documents in hand, still maintaining an even pace while examining each page.

But inside, he was thinking rapidly.

...

Only I...

That was precisely the issue.

Why would only I care so much about the time point of 00:42?

At any other time of the day, I couldn’t remember what I was doing, but at 00:42 by the roadside, I could remember it every time, clearly.

Before Tang Xin died.

In the real world, no one would specifically pay attention to the time point of 00:42.

Without a second case, Xu Yun’s death at 00:42 would just be an exceedingly ordinary moment without any particular significance, not something anyone would intentionally pay attention to.

I paid attention to it at that time because, in my dreams, Big Face Cat’s father also died at this time point, giving it a special significance only after contrasting and comparing.

Therefore...

This was a [trap]!

If I stood up now, told Ji Lin my discovery, and insisted that Tang Xin wasn’t using her phone at 00:42.

That would be bizarre!

Ji Lin would likely say next:

“Why do you remember the events at 00:42 on these two days so vividly?

Is this time point important to you?”

Looking at it now, that Tang Xin and Xu Yun both died at 00:42 could be explained.

But back then, before Tang Xin had died, with only Xu Yun having died at 00:42, what reason did I have to care about this time point?

This time point is too ordinary, too commonplace.

If Ji Lin really asked that question, it would be extremely hard to explain.

I couldn’t just say that both times I happened to look at my watch, and just so happened to be holding onto Tang Xin, and just so happened to have a long conversation, so that’s why I remembered it vividly?

Too fake.

Lin Xian couldn’t take that risk.

After Tang Xin’s death, there was a reason for me to be concerned about this time point; but before her death, there was no reason for me to care about it unless—

[I admit that I knew in the future that Big Face Cat’s father died at 00:42, too.]

Click.

Lin Xian finished flipping through the last page, placed the thick stack of documents back on the table, and let out a sigh:

“I have nothing to say.”

What exactly is the standard, the mechanism for the murderers’ selection?

At the entrance of Donghai City Police Station, Lin Xian stretched out his hand and hailed a taxi.

He didn’t know whether Ji Lin could be counted as that “cat.”

But he believed...

If Ji Lin really was that “cat,” he would definitely seek him out again.

If he’s not, then it’s highly likely that there would be no further intersections between the two.

Donghai City is so vast.

If you don’t intentionally want to see someone, it’s very hard to encounter them.

“I hope you aren’t the one.”

The taxi started up, and Lin Xian turned back, looking through the car window at the gradually distancing Donghai City Police Station.

He was very fond of the books written by Ji Lin.

They say a book reflects its author, and the feeling given by Ji Lin’s books implies that the author shouldn’t be such a completely nefarious person who kills without batting an eye.

But then again...

Who can be sure of that?

...

On the outskirts of Donghai City, at Linhu Villa.

“I heard you’ve failed?” Zhou Duanyun sat on the sofa, playfully twirling his car keys as he looked mockingly at Ji Lin squatting among the piles of books:

“Is that rat so hard to catch?”

“He’s smarter and more cautious than I thought,” Ji Lin said softly:

“But he seems to be weaker than I imagined...

According to my previous speculation, since he has the ability to alter history, wouldn’t it be a piece of cake for him to kill someone silently?”

Ji Lin looked up at Zhou Duanyun:

“But you didn’t get hurt at all; I thought Lin Xian might have killed you.”

“You son of a...!” Zhou Duanyun’s keys flew out of his hand as he glared furiously at Ji Lin:

“Don’t tell me you guessed the wrong person!

I wouldn’t have partnered with you if it wasn’t to kill Lin Xian!”

“There are two possibilities,” Ji Lin said, looking down:

“First, I might have guessed the wrong person, and the one who’s altering history isn’t Lin Xian.”

“Second, Lin Xian is indeed the one altering history, but his abilities are very limited; he doesn’t have the supernatural powers we imagined, can’t do as he pleases to a certain extent, and is still bound by real-world rules and legal constraints.”

“So what are we going to do?” Zhou Duanyun was impatient:

“He’s so cautious, and we don’t know what the original history was, so how can we prove that he’s altering history?

This is an impossible task!”

“No worries,” Ji Lin raised his head and stood up from the heap of books:

“Since we don’t know the original history...”

“[Then let’s create a segment of...

fabricated history.]”